I’m glad you commented. It’s been a nostalgia trip all day

I played at Disney world the summer after I finished college. My dad searched for loads to Florida so he could come watch. Was getting ready for work and a fellow performer told me there was a rig idling all night next to their cabin. Walked over and saw my dad, full 18 wheels parked in our tiny cabin community

He drove the whole thing through the park gates the next morning to watch me perform. The image of him standing in liberty square, full denim and flannel in an Orlando August afternoon with a disposable Kodak camera my mom sent with him will forever be burned in my mind.

He’s gone 8 years this past November and was the hardest working person I’ve known.

My dad was a mover so we’d strip down packing boxes after unloading for a move so they could be reused.

My dad used to let me fill in his logbook, had a tiny red clear plastic ruler to graph out stop and driving times

Watching for quick peaks of the Statue of Liberty between high rises. Still the only time I’ve seen it beyond from a plane window.

Driving to the beach for a few hours in a rig when he had loads in FL

Summers spent riding along in the sleeper were the best.